Game of the World Tree

Not only that, as a race with a longer lifespan than elves, when dragons live long enough, their strength will even break through the limits of the world, reaching legendary and even demigod level!

The oldest dragon has a strength that even true gods would fear.

Similar to some fantasy stories of the Earth, the dragons of the Sagas world are also divided into two camps: Metal Dragons and Colour Dragons.

Unlike the kind and peaceful metal dragon, all colored dragons have an evil and bloodthirsty nature in their bones, and the black dragon stands out because of its cruel nature.

Therefore, when he saw the hideous black dragon in the sky, Philosir felt terrified.

It was a black dragon with a wingspan of nearly twenty metres, and although it was not yet an adult, the dragon aura on its body had gradually appeared.

Upper Silver!

This is a juvenile black dragon with the strength of Upper Silver!

"Black Dragon?"

Hearing Philosir’s exclamation, the young black dragon\'s expression suddenly became playful.

It roared "Rua—~", grinned, and roared angrily.

"Black Dragon, Black Dragon! You are the Black Dragon! Your whole family is a Black Dragon! The Great Myrell is not a Black Dragon! We are a noble Silver Dragon, dammit! ”

“Ruaaa——! Evil intelligent race! You will be justly punished by Lord Myrell!”

Philosir: “….”

Elves: “……”

Silver...... Silver Dragon?

Listening to the crisp and angry language, everyone was stunned.

Looking at the hideous black scales, as well as the horns and skeleton armour that belonged to the black dragon, the elves were a little confused for a while.

This black dragon... Is there a bit of a brain problem?

However, now is not the time to think about whether there is something wrong with this dragon.

Because when it roars, the attacking dragon breath also followed.

It was a thread-like strong acid breath belonging to the black dragon, which was extremely corrosive.

Samir\'s face changed drastically, and he quickly summoned a wooden shield.

However, the silver-level wooden shield was like paper paste under the breath of the black dragon, and it was instantly corroded into a large hole.

Strong acid splashed, and several elves who were affected were instantly seriously injured!

The half-orc priest in the distance saw it, and quickly shouted with a heartache,

"Lord Myrell, please don\'t hit hard! Catch them alive! Please prevent them from escaping!

Hearing the half-orc\'s cry, the black dragon turned his head and looked at them, dissatisfied.

"You are too merciful! To fight evil, the toughest sanctions must be given!”

Half-orcs: “…..”

Elves: “…..”

However, although the black dragon said this, it no longer spat out dragon breath, but roared "Rua-!", while constantly flapping its wings, and using a swooping and biting action to prevent the elves from leaving.

An abnormal black dragon that obeys the call of the half-orcs!

The elves\' expressions changed.

And just when the young black dragon blocked the elves, the army of half-orcs finally arrived.

More than 200 orcs came from all directions, besieging the elves who were about to leave the battlefield again!

Samir\'s expression changed a few times, and then he gritted his teeth and roared at the dragon in the sky.

"Evil dragon, your opponent is me!”

After that, he rushed out of the elf\'s team and came to under the black dragon in a few steps.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took out a golden leaf!

Samir reverently lifted the blade and whispered the incantation, while the blade in his hand bloomed with brilliant divine power light in an instant!

"Leaves of the World Tree! There is still such a thing among the elves?”

The half-orc priest immediately recognized the origin of the leaf.

His face changed, and he shouted at the sky,

"Not good! Lord Myrell, get out of the way!"

However, it was too late.

The leaves of the World Tree turned into ashes in a moment, and the dazzling holy light formed a cage and covered the black dragon!

[Cage of Light]

Gold-level control Divine Art!

This is a divine art that can be used both as a defence and as a prison.

The juvenile Black Dragon Myrell let out an angry roar and slammed into the cage.

However, under its impact, the cage only shook slightly.

Myrell was angry and attacked again, but the cage of light only flashed..

Below, Samir kept vomiting blood while trying to maintain the existence of the divine magic.

Controlling high-level divine arts is still very difficult for him.

This is not a one-time attack magic, but requires lasting control from the caster.

Although the black dragon could not break free for the time being, for every collision he made Samir, whose mind was connected to the cage of light, also suffered some damage.

“Rua-!! Evil bastards! Let go of the great Lord Myrell! Otherwise, Lord Myrell will definitely eat you!”

Inside the cage, there was the irritated roar of the black dragon.

Samir did not care about the angry black dragon, but looked at the elven team, and shouted, while spitting blood.

"Avoid the half-orcs! While I can still control the cage, everyone break through! How many people can go! How many people can walk!”

However, at this moment, the elves have fallen into the quagmire of battle.

The encirclement of the orcs has completely closed, and without the magical support of Samir, the elves can only gather together and struggle to support themselves under the siege of the half-orcs.

With the continuous consumption of mana and the gradual decline of physical strength, it is only a matter of time before they lose.

Not to mention... The black dragon\'s collision with the cage became more and more violent, and it was only a matter of time before it broke through the cage.

The moment the black dragon appeared, the elves had lost their best chance to break through.

Looking at the besieged elves, the half-orc priest was extremely excited.

"Everyone, fight slowly! They can\'t defeat us! Capture all the women and children alive, and the priests will be rewarded!”

Listening to the priest\'s words, the half-orcs became even more excited.

The casualties of the elves are increasing.

Old elves continue to fall, and there aren’t many young elves who go up to participate in the battle.

Looking at the gradually dwindling clansmen, Philosit looked strained:

"Could it be… Will we get defeated?”

The morale of the half-orcs was getting stronger and stronger.

The elves are already at the end of the line.

"No... You must find a way to break out, even if only one clan member can get out!”

Philosir gritted his teeth, ready to burn his magic and life force to find an opportunity for the clansmen to break through at the expense of himself.

However, just as he was about to activate her magical power, there was a commotion behind the half-orcs.

In the air, faint magic fluctuations came from afar, accompanied by violent explosions and faint shouts.

Philosir’s movements stopped.

She suddenly raised her head and looked deep into the forest.

The rear of the half-orc team began to become chaotic, and the shouts gradually became clear.

"Kill! The Flame Clan is surrounded!”

"Hurry up! Time is money! We can’t let the NPCs fall!”

"For the sake of the scriptures... Glory to the elves, rush!”

"Kill the half-orcs!"

"Urrah——!!!"

With an excited and crazy cry, hundreds of young elves appeared in Philosir\'s sight!